The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-05-29
Mr.. and Mrs. Bowser.

From the Detroit Free Press.
swell, I'm going to have a garden this
spring" announced Mr.. Bowser as he entered
the house the other day.
''You-can't mean it
Mrs Bowser, when say I'm going to have a
garden, don't want to be understood as mean
ing that I'm going to have brickyard."
but you remember last year?"
Certainly, | remember last year. What of it?
/ set out to make garden, and you and the dog
and the neighbours hens and hailstorm and
the bugs beat me out of it,"
''Wen, of course you will do as you think
best but I'm sorry to see the yard all torn up
for nothing"
ter what enterprise have on hand, you always
try to discourage me. You are nice helpmeet
you are! might as well fold my hands and
sit down and wait for the poor house. l shall
begin on the garden tomorrow"
A year ago he came rushing into the house
one spring day with some seeds some one had
given him, and announced that he was going to
have garden. Most of our backyard is in the
shade, and no one of sense would expect any
thing to grow there but Mr. Bowser had it
spaded up and made into beds, and his enthusi-
asm was wonderful.
Don't want garden, eh?" he chuckled, as he
brought me to the back door to survey the beds.
Doesn't this remind you of old times on the
farmG'
cold"
'Oh, you are! Perhaps you have been reading
up on soils and are preparing series Of articles
attend to your rick track"
but you can warm the soil by running steam
pipes under it, and don't think the cost would
be over 81 ,500.'
If hadn't shut the door 1 think Mr. Bowser
would have hurled the spade at me in his sudden
anger, but after few minutes spent in refec-
| ton he began measuring back and forth and
sticking stakes, and he afterward acknowledged
to me in a burst of confidence that he intended
| to try hot bricks at five feet apart. He made a
| list of the stuff he put into the. ground. There
were pumpkins, squash, cucumber, watermelon,
cantelope and turnip seeds, and he put in some
seed onions made bed for lettuce, and his work
was done for the time. He had broken three
| pairs of suspenders, beyond repair, spoiled two
the back and lost a $50 gold piece in the dirt,
| but he was happy and enthusiastic.
"Just think, Mrs. Bowser!' he exclaimed as he
waved his hand over his garden, ''of walking
out and culng your own vegetables grown on
| your own land and covered with the dews fresh
| from heaven
"And covered with our own worms and bugs,
l suppose"
There you arel You'd die if you couldn't
| say something mean. l used to wonder why
some families didn't get along better but now
| see through the mystery"
Has anything sprouted YETI"
None OF your businessl Don't you dare to
] even look over my gardenl If raise $4,000 big
luscious melons you shan't even have piece of
| rind."
The next week he brought home two dozen
| tomato plants and set them out. While he was
| down town went out to look at them, and when
| he returned asked him IL he was certain they
were tomato plants.
Am / certain that / am alive at this mo-
meut!" he roared, Perhaps have Travelled this
country from Maine to Texas to be taken in by
| O farIner!'
well, hope they'll turn out tomato plants
! but they look to me like"
| "Bosh! Most anything looks queer to cross
| eyed woman"
| l am satisfied that Mr.. Bowser used seed
enough on that garden to plant it five feet deep
| Whatever he could hear OF he got and what
| ever he brought home went into the ground be-
! fore he could rest. His tomato plants didn't do
well. They got liver complaint and turned vel
| low, and they got malaria and shivered all day
! long, and one afternoon he brought n friend up
TO sec what allied T. Jm. The man pulled one up
by tie roots. put it TO his nose for a second and
| then laughed.
"Bowser, that's potato stalk or I'm foolH'
We'll, It is, and you might as well pull up
| and throw the others away"
| heard it all, but never let on. In June some
of the things began TO sprout and our garden
| was the talk of the neighborhood. There were
wheat oats lettuce. barley, clover, onions
| broom corn, wssermelons pig weeds and beets
| all coming up together, and men hung over the
| fence and laughed till they cried. Mr.. Bowser
| treated the subject with such lofty air that
| asked no questions but one day when had been
| over to mothers returned TO find the garden
| gone and the sods restored.
Wasn't ii success, darlingf" l asked that
| evening.
Wasn't what u success"
1.-The garden, OF course"
Gould q garden be q success with people
| throwing hot water and hair oil bottles and old
shoes at every sprout that showed its head
above groundg Mrs. Bowser you were, mali
| ciously determined that should not have q gar
den, and you've triumphed for the hour but
beware It's long road that has no turn"
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